Nouja. Ik weet niet of ze mooi zijn maar nouja hier zijn een paar gedichten van me
She sits up in her bed
Hand in her messed up hair
As the 1000th tear falls down her cheek,
she leaves her home forever.
Walking to the station she knows,
she knows this will make everything better..
As she sees her train approaching,
She can already feel the sweet kiss of death.
First cut, taking her pen
Second cut, writing her message
Third cut, she's writing that she's leaving..
Fourth cut, she's going to a world so far away.
And as she makes her final cut,
she know she will never return.
Closing her eyes, thinking,
Goodbye.
Chains on my hands and feet.
Tried to break free with tears
Tried to break free with pain
I've failed, I gave up.
My body's trapped..
I'm sorry, I will let my soul float.
Finally, I will be free.
Once more
A day filled with tears,
the sound of hearing myself cry..
But late at night, when they're all asleep,
Death is whispering my name.
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